[The first word that comes to mind when he sees that abomination ruse up out of the floor is gorgeous.]
[He can't stop looking at it - every eye dotted along the gross surface of his body widen as he takes it in, trying his best to examine every line, every ounce of it's un-being. He backs up slightly to give it room, bending down to take a look at it. Ah, his skin practically itches - would he even be able to replicate a thing like that? He doesn't know. He certainly wants to try.]
(I love it.)
[He says, mentally, as he lets out a low sigh, a tendril inching forth from his body to try to touch the thing, if it's even possible.]
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[He can't stop looking at it - every eye dotted along the gross surface of his body widen as he takes it in, trying his best to examine every line, every ounce of it's un-being. He backs up slightly to give it room, bending down to take a look at it. Ah, his skin practically itches - would he even be able to replicate a thing like that? He doesn't know. He certainly wants to try.]
(I love it.)
[He says, mentally, as he lets out a low sigh, a tendril inching forth from his body to try to touch the thing, if it's even possible.]